A Panda's Martial Arts

These desperadoes in northern Myanmar do not intend to share this new technology with their colleagues, and even plan to leave those colleagues and go it alone.

Once you decide to buy this kind of flower called "Yang Guifei", it is tantamount to voting with your feet and standing with these northern Myanmar desperadoes as a distributor.

This is not necessarily a good thing.

"You... let me think about it."

With a wave of his hand, Boss Sun motioned for the bodyguards to send the chubby monk and the two of them away, and clean up the mess by the way.

But the chunky monk did not leave, but still stood in place.

Stand in front of Boss Sun.

"Boss Sun, the fifth child never makes mistakes."

The chunky monk smiled slightly.

"You're bound to say yes, aren't you?"

"I……"

Opening his mouth, Boss Sun clenched his teeth.

But in the end, he still hung his head.

"I promise……"

"That's good..."

After getting the answer, the chunky monk and the tall thin man left satisfied, and the bodyguards also left after packing up the wreckage, until he was the only one left in the tea room.

The dim light reflected on his face, making the already ugly expression even more gloomy.

Boss Sun didn't like the feeling that the rhythm was completely controlled by the other party, and he didn't like the way those two people looked at him-even if they communicated on an equal footing, Boss Sun could still see the arrogance in the eyes of the two.

That kind of look is like nothing in him!

furious!

But the other party does have crazy abilities. According to legend, the seven brothers who live in northern Myanmar are all equipped with unique skills, and even one person can start a war-boss Sun naturally does not believe this kind of words, but just now he is far away. The chunky monk only had three steps.

The distance of three steps may not be able to cause any war, but it can definitely kill him.

After coming out to hang out for so many years, the last thing he suffers from is threats.

"You guys, come in."

Taking a deep breath, Boss Sun called a few bodyguards over, and then opened the safe under the desk.

Hidden in the cabinet were a few submachine guns that smelled like engine oil.

"Only the dead can keep secrets."

While talking, Boss Sun handed the submachine guns to these confidant bodyguards.

"Go, kill them both, and throw the body to the police."

140 Chapter Two

In a small private courtyard in the suburbs, a chunky monk carried a bucket of water, walked up to Xuangang Shankou, and poured it on his head.

"Ah! Ah-"

Yamaguchi Xuangang, who was tied to the chair, had no blood on his face, and he had already fainted.At this moment, he was woken up by the cold water, and the first thing he did when he came back to his senses was to yell for help.

But no matter how Yamaguchi Xuangang yelled, there was no response from outside the courtyard.

"Don't shout, no one lives nearby."

Throwing the empty bucket aside, the chunky monk also picked up a chair and sat down opposite Yamaguchi Xuangang.

"It stands to reason that I should continue to torture you until you speak out, but in terms of seniority, you are my nephew, not to mention that you can persist until now without telling where Liu is, you can be regarded as a man..."

"Uh..." Yamaguchi Xuangang couldn't say a word for a long time.

Although it feels good to be admired by others, this matter is really a disaster for him——

The chunky monk in front of him had to tell him where the old man surnamed Liu was, but he didn't know anyone named Liu Yuanchao at all.

If you really want to find someone, at least you should also find a local person. If you grab him as a Japanese and ask him to death, what's the matter?

"Well, can I ask."

After confirming again that he couldn't break free from the rope, Yamaguchi Gengang decided to try to see if he could stabilize the short and fat monk first.

"That Liu Yuanchao..."

"It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, that's your master!"

"Okay, okay, my master."

Shankou Xuangang choked, and had no choice but to recognize this cheap master first.

"Can I ask, what is going on between you and my master..."

"It seems that your master didn't tell you anything."

Glancing at Yamaguchi Xuangang, the chunky monk sneered.

"Things that deceive masters and destroy ancestors... That's fine. Since he won't tell you, let me tell you how our lineage came about."

After pouring a cup of tea, the chubby monk began to tell the story of the year.

Thinking back to when the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, the army rampantly killed innocent people. After the main force of the Nanming Dynasty was defeated several times, the remaining Han people had to lurk among the people, following the example of Emperor Taizu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, hiding in various associations and sects for self-protection temporarily. Resist the Qing court in a more secretive way.

Qingshui Sect, Bailian Dao, Tianli Sect, Tiandihui, Hongmen... Various sects have raised the banner of anti-Qing and restoring the Ming Dynasty, but the people who participated have always been those people.

These rebels regarded themselves as "Jianghu people". Regardless of their backgrounds, they called each other brothers and sisters when they met. Although due to the large number of people, it is inevitable that good and bad are mixed, but there have been many heroes.

"It's your master who is talking about the good and the bad. The sky can't tolerate this kind of stuff."

Having said that, the chunky monk gritted his teeth with hatred on his face.

"Your master's boxing was learned from the apprentice of the ancestor Xue Dian, and he came from the same school as our master Wen Xiangdao. I think your master was found by our Wen Xiangdao when he was wandering outside. For the sake of the same school, we did not give him less help. help……"

That was 40 years ago, and it was still the time when the previous generation was in charge.At the age of 38, Liu Yuanchao was proficient in martial arts. He was in the prime of life, and he acted vigorously.

"But he betrayed us..."

The chunky monk clenched his fists tightly.

It was a disaster against Wen Xiang Dao. The power of the sect lurking in the southwest was completely uprooted, more than a hundred halls were closed down by the police, and all hall masters were imprisoned.

And after that, Yang Tieqiang, who was born in the Iron Spear Club at that time and had great martial arts skills, couldn't see it. He took the iron gun to the north to kill the traitors, but was ambushed by Liu Yuanchao with a shotgun in Yunling Mountain, and he died directly in the mountain. A long spear that symbolized the inheritance of the iron gun never came back.

"Yang Tieqiang is my master."

Letting out a foul breath, the chunky monk remained expressionless.

"I say so, do you understand?"

"Still do not understand."

Yamaguchi Xuangang was silent for a moment, but finally shook his head.

Theoretically speaking, the chunky monk made it very clear-but Gengang Yamaguchi is Japanese, and his understanding of Chinese history is basically "small steamed buns", "hairy crabs" and "Ma Po tofu". How could it be possible to know what the dumpy monk said about the past grievances?

Furthermore, he really didn't know Liu Yuanchao.

"You'll understand."

A rag blocked Shankou Xuangang's mouth, and the chunky monk threw Shankou Xuangang into the bedroom.

It doesn't matter if you can ask or not, as long as the Japanese is kidnapped back to northern Myanmar, then Liu Yuanchao himself will come to his door.

But more importantly, eat first.

Meals were brought back by the tall and thin man. The excellent stewed beef was served with cold vegetables, but the portion was astonishing.

"Third brother, there is a problem with the surname Sun."

With a mouthful of beef, the tall and thin man said while chewing.

"He wants us to bow our heads and listen to him."

"I know, there is not much difference."

The chunky monk, who was already full, was lying on the chair, still smiling like Maitreya Buddha.

"Don't worry about him, just go back after finishing the work here."

"By the way, when I was doing business, I ran into a panda."

As if remembering something, the tall and thin man spoke.

"That panda can actually write and punch. It's just like a monster... Do you think it's the animal you're looking for in the church recently?"

"A panda who can write?"

Listening to the tall and thin man's narration, the short and fat monk who was resting with his eyes closed turned serious.

He did know that the sect has recently been thinking about what to do with "spiritual beasts descending into the world" and is planning to do a big event, so he even contacted a foreigner's biological laboratory and paid a big price in the middle——

If what the thin and tall man said was true, then they might be able to relieve their elder brother's worries by taking the panda back.

"Go to the hardware store and buy something."

The chunky monk opened his eyes suddenly.

"It's not just the Japanese guy inside, the panda is also taken away together, tonight."

"No, I brought it back when I bought the meat just now."

The tall and thin man conjured a large plastic bag from his body, which was bulging and obviously contained a lot of things.

"It's the one surnamed Sun..."

"It doesn't matter, whether he agrees or not is the fifth child's business, the difference is not big."

The chunky monk stood up and was about to take the plastic bag from the tall, thin man.

"Let's go first..."

"You can't go anywhere."

bang-